Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.